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"No, no," he said, "you're wrong there, Barney, sure you are. Why, Percy has done a lot of writin' and such since he's been here. As for Gertie's trottin' around with him, that's just foolishness. She's gone to picture shows and such when he asked her to, but that's only because she likes such things and wanted company her own age. It's all foolishness, I tell you.
"Now let me and her go into the parlour and have some music music of a different kind." The girl hesitated, and looked through the window. He touched her shoulder. "I sh'd take it as a special favour." He came out a few minutes later, and mentioned to Gertie's aunt that he had a message to deliver. The music within ceased; the lid of the pianoforte closed. "Trew," she said. "Queen of my heart."
"She don't care nothin' about it." "Doesn't she? She seems to be mighty interested in that talk they're having in there now. And she was as joyful as the rest of 'em over this Canby woman's 'At Home." Nevertheless, he tried to deny it. "Oh, that's nothin'," he declared. As for the 'At Home, why why well, Gertie's young, and young folks generally like a good time." "A good time! Great Scott!
"I don't know about that," said Nora, in a voice which by comparison with Gertie's seemed low but which was nevertheless perfectly audible to every person in the room. "I don't know about that, but I think I can teach you manners." If she had lashed the other woman across the face with a whip, she couldn't have cut more deeply. She knew that, and was glad. Gertie's face turned gray.
Opposition always strengthened Gertie's decision, and she determined Daisy should take her note to Rex Lyon at all hazards. The eloquent, mute appeal in the blue eyes raised to her own was utterly lost on her. "The pride of these dependent companions is something ridiculous," she went on, angrily. "You consider yourself too fine, I suppose, to be made a messenger of."
Finally, there was a certain change in Gertie's manner a certain silent peevishness towards himself, a curious air that fell on her now and then as she spoke to Frank or looked at him. And so forth. It was an extraordinarily convincing case, clinched now by the little scene that he had just interrupted.
And then, more or less under cover. There was one person upon whom Nora could openly vent her nervous irritation after a long day in Gertie's society, and that was Frank Taylor. They quarreled constantly, to the great amusement of the others. But with him, too, she felt hopelessly at a disadvantage.
I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelin's. But, you see, we're all upset here. I'm upset, and Gertie's as much so as the rest. She can't talk to you, or anybody else, now. I'm willin' to try, but you say my talkin' won't do any good." "Of course it won't. Oh, don't you SEE? I'm sorry Serena is not well, but this is IMPORTANT." "I know, but so's her health, 'cordin' to my thinkin'."
He hastened to rectify the mistake. "Of course you mustn't think Gertie ain't all right, far's you're concerned, John," he said. "She is I I'm dead sure she is. But, you see you see You do see, don't you, John?" Mr. Doane did not answer. He seemed to be thinking hard. "You see, John, don't you?" repeated Captain Dan. "Yes, I suppose I do." "And you know Gertie's all right at heart, I mean?
Gertie's idea of a letter was that it occupied at least several minutes to read through; so she went out quickly to the street door to call him in. She called him, and he did not turn his head, nor even answer. She called him again. The letter that Frank read lies, too, with a few other papers, before me as I write. It runs as follows: "MY DEAR FRANK,
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